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madwomansapologist · 1 year ago

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A&W | tamerlane usher & william 'bill-t' wilson

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synopsis: You were the new girl. A play pretend, for Tamerlane Usher. A way to satisfy his wife, for Bill. They just couldn't predict you would be Tamerlane's clone. Or that you would do them so well. [3,6K]

warnings: smut. prostituition. threesome. voyeurism. masturbation. p in v. cream pie. oral. fingering. tw: use of 'good boy' and 'so fucking pretty'. dom!tamerlane. switch!reader. female!reader. reader is described to look alike tamerlane.

Tamerlane Usher expected to see a new, different face when she opened her front door. "Sorry for being late," you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. With a delicate smile, you reached out to her. "You may call me Love."

But all Tammy saw was herself.

It was like facing a mirror. You weren't a clone, there were enough different traits and details for her to be sure of it, but you looked like another version of Tamerlane. Like someone's blurred memory of her.

Your hair was a little bit longer, but it was the same color and texture as hers. Your eyelashes were a little bit ticker, but your eyes shone in the same tone as hers. Your smile was beaming and unapolagetic, but your lips were exactly like hers. So different, and yet so similar.

Tamerlane thought about how she so easily can forget someone's face. How sometimes imagination take place over memory. She imagined if anyone ever thought about her, but only pictured you. Would Bill ever do that? After this night, would he think about Tammy and see her copycat instead?

"Love?" Tamerlane licked her lips, a smirk growing slowly on her face. She didn't touch your hand, just gave you space to enter. "We thought you had changed your mind."

After the Goldbug launch, the last girl warned she was moving to another city. Tamerlane couldn't just hire anyone. First: she has standarts. Second: she has a reputation. It took her sometime to find someone, and for those past few weeks she felt starved.

She was so relieved when the last girl told about you. After discussing with you through e-mail, Tammy knew you were open to most of her desires. Then it came the NDAs, blood tests, creation of a new bank account. And Pym's research about you.

When he called her 4am to only say you were clean, Tamerlane almost felt like herself again.

"I would never," you said as your followed Tammy. "The last girl send me the wrong address."

It was difficult to not look at yourself through any of the mirrors there. Althought, maybe you could just look at Tamerlane. She is your distorced mirror.

After she gave you the envelope with the payment, a man came out of the kitchen with a bowl of salad. And his face certainty weren't new for you.

Of course you knew who Tamerlane Usher was. It feels impossible to try to survive without bumping into something owened by a Usher or their partners. You knew her name, her brand, but not her face. As any smart rich person, she went out of her away to not be famous.

Maybe you could pass by Roderick Usher and not realize who he was. Madeline could be right behind you and you would never noticed. But that would never happened with William "Bill" Wilson.

His face is everywhere. Sometimes it feels like it's stalking you. So many products, banners, commercials. It's impossible to use Tik Tok and never had seen at least a second of his classes. Either because of his knowledge about health or how no one can understand how he is able to smile while working out, people know Bill.

Bill is the face of Tamerlane's empire.

And here was him, serving the table.

Everything smelled so good. And also looked so delicious. Even the salad. Distracted by the food, it took you a second to notice the mesmerized look on his face.

"Your hair," Bill murmured. He sounded uncomfortable. Almost ofended. He glared at Tamerlane. "You chose that wig?"

You reached out to him already expecting to be ignored as when you did the same with Tamerlane. "Hello, Bill. I'm Love," it surprised you when he grabbed your hand.

It was a stiff, reservated movement. But you still feel like he saw you as more than the thing that will spicy the night. Like when you act as polite as you can with an worker because you want be sure that they will understand you see them as human beings. The quick gest carried some sort of companionship.

You both are working for Tamerlane tonight.

"That's my hair..." You touched a strand of it, twirling it on your hand. You tried to sound unsure, insecure. "You don't like it?"

Bill hesitated. Normally they ask Tamerlane if she liked what they chose, not him. Those girls could make him bleed and they would still ask Tamerlane if they should keep going. It never is about him, Bill don't want it to be about him, so why bother? But you held your gaze on him, waiting for an opinion, and so he had to came up with one.

"Is just that," it was almost a whisper. Bill put his hands behind his back, and for a second ignored your gaze by looking at Tammy. "You both are identicals."

"I don't think so," you said, touching your lips lightly. By his tone, you couldn't say if it was a good or a bad thing for him. You turned to Tammy, who was pushing a chair for her, and then went back to Bill's eyes. Your smirk surprised him. "My clothes are cheaper."

That made them smile. You unbuttoned your black coat, and Bill took it from your hands. Even from behind, you could feel him staring at you. Staring at your emerald dress.

Tamerlane, already sat on her chair, saw you giving her a little spin. That made her breathe in. She could already feel her womb warming up.

You both were matching.

"I thought we should start with dinner. Let's do a celebration, maybe a birthday. Just eat, drink, enjoy one another. Do you drink wine? Good. We'll talk about the rest later."

Bill pulled your chair. You sat at the beginning of the table, and held his hand before Bill could get away from you. Carressing it, you felt the warmth of his skin. "I'm so, so sorry for being late," you whispered. "I really am."

"That's fine," Bill finally said after a few seconds of silence.

"I can see you worked a lot. Everything looks amazing." You put your head in between your hands, watching Bill sitting beside you. "I love when you cook for me. It makes me feel like I'm part of a team. Our team."

Unsure of how to proceed, Bill looked at Tamerlane. He waited for instructions, maybe just as controled by Tamerlane as you. Her eyes were approving, so he turned back to you with more confidence.

Bill think it's so funny how he was turned into a puppet by her hands. Who would imagine that he would ever bend like that? Love really fucks people up. At least his love for Tamerlane did fucked him up.

He would do anything for her. Anything to keep her. Including this. If she needs that, so be it.

"I feel the same," and Bill really wasn't lying. He just wasn't. "Makes me feel part of something."

Tamerlane slid against her chair, intrigued by how this was going.

You grabbed his hand, and he carressed yours. "We against the world, right?"

Bill smiled. "Always."

You knew he was beautiful, who could ignore that fact, but he was so much prettier from up close. So sweet. For a moment you just watched him, and you also felt like he was watching you.

"I almost forgot," you walked to where he put your coat and searched for something on the pockets. "The real reason why I'm late."

You came back with a white, tiny box in your hands. You settled it in front of Bill, and took a bite from the plate he made for you. "Perfect, as always," you licked your lips and tapped the box twice. "C'mon. I want to see your reaction."

He took it on his hands, feeling how light the box was. When he opened it, he saw a hand watch. "Did you liked it? It's so difficult to gift someone. What can I give to someone that can have anything? There are so many things that can go wrong. If you didn't, I can just..."

"I loved it," Bill stopped you. "But I don't have anything for you."

You took it from his hands, and opened to put it around his fist. "You don't need to." Your hands stayed against his forearm, strucking it lightly. "You're more than enough to make me happy."

Tamerlane was already dripping.

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Tamerlane told you both to wait while she made sure everything was ready and set. You finished your glass of wine, the only one you drank that night, and got distracted observing the room for long enough to forget you weren't alone.

What remind you of that was noise coming from the kitchen.

You walked slowly, so carefully that Bill didn't even saw you. But you saw him. He bend over the sink, searching for something that looked like a medicine box, murmuring something to himself. And when he found, you recognized the blue pill on his hand.

"That just broke my heart, big boy." The way Bill got startled made you smirk. "I'm not pretty enough for you?"

Alone, you could see how he was more relaxed. Maybe calmer. Near his wife, Bill needs to lie. Near you, he don't need to. Even thought you know that this dinner wasn't entirely a play pretend, it was still one.

"You're not the problem," he murmured.

"Then what is the problem?" You whispered, stepping closer to him. "Don't tell me you gonna fuck a woman for your wife and not even enjoy it?"

"That way is easier for the both of us," Bill whispered, mirroring you. "None of us wants to be here, let's just get it done already."

You held his hand before he could put the pill on his mouth. "You think I don't want to be here?" You got even closer. "That I don't want to be near you?"

Bill didn't knew what to say. He just agreed.

"I can't wait to make you feel good. To make sure you won't have time to think those stupid thoughts. You won't worry about anything else." Carressing his chest, you felt how stiff he really was. How nervous and uncomfortable that whole night has been for him. What a shame. A man as pretty as him don't deserve to ever feel that way. "Because that's what I do. That's what I love to do."

Your hands massaged his shoulders, then his forearms. "So tense," you grabbed Bill's hands and kissed his knuckles. Not even once you looked away from him. "You can pretend I'm her."

Calmly, you slid your fingers against his. Just playing with his skin, letting goosebumps on him. "I won't be ofended. If it's easier for you. It's easier for her, that I know."

Bill whimpered, and you never before wanted so bad to break someone. To take this mask Bill use, his all put together way, and smash it against the ground. To see him wide, unapolagetic.

You bite lightly his middle finger, just to mess with him, before you straighned up your posture. "I promise not to say a damn thing. If it makes it easier. All you need to do is to closer your eyes."

Tamerlane's heels made you look away, but you kept on holding his hand. "Can you do that for me, big boy?" You turned back to him, a ghost of a smile appearing on your face. "Can you fuck me like I'm yours?"

"Everything alright over here?" Tamerlane announced herself.

You blinked at Bill before turning to her. You gave Tammy another beaming smile.

You followed her to the bedroom, the tension rising. You could feel Bill watching you, his gaze burning your back. When Tamerlane locked the door, you took a deep breath.

"Since it's our first time, let's start slowly," Tamerlane walked toward her armchair. "Bill, help her take off her dress. I want you both to kiss, it don't need to be romantic, and then lie on bed with her on top. We'll see how it goes."

You stepped towards Bill. "You like when I wear green?"

"Yes, I do." Bill was more eager to answer this time. Maybe it has something to do with the way you made him unable to look away while you followed Tamerlane.

"I like it better when I'm wearing nothing. And you?"

Tamerlane unbuttoned her pants, unable to look away. This was... different. No one ever bothered to talk. To continue this act no matter what happens. She was salivating.

Bill held your waist, and he did so with force. You felt fingers brush against your ribs, moving up to brush against your breasts, squeezing the flesh of your waist. His gaze alone seemed capable of tearing your dress.

You turned around, and Bill pulled you against him. That felt so right. You took a deep breath, holding his hand against your body. You rubbed against him, feeling him through his pants, and smiled victoriously.

“The zipper,” you whispered.

Bill opened it calmly, noticing every inch of exposed skin, his finger brushing against your back. The dress fell off. You stepped out of it, and kicked it towards Tamerlane.

She smirked.

You were fun.

Which meant she was fun.

Bill grabbed your waist again, but without the dress the touch felt so new. You both just kept like that, as if it was a normal thing for the both of you, until you chose to turned around. You knew you were putting on a little show for the both of them.

“Kiss me,” you commanded. As if it was you the one ordering that. As if it was your idea, not Tammy's. As if you were her. You promised Bill to make him believe you were Tamerlane. You always keep your promises. "Now."

And Bill did as you wanted him to. As you ordered him to.

It was raw. Famine. You felt like Bill was trying to taste your soul. To hold onto it and never let it go. Bill kissed you like he was a starved man, and you accept him like a sheep waiting to be sacrified. And still, you weren't a sheep. You couldn't be one. Not if you want him to see you as Tamerlane.

Tamerlane is a wolf.

You pulled him by the collar of his shirt, not bothering to be gentle. You held him like Bill was yours, which meant that for tonight he would be. You pushed him, causing Bill to stumble back. He gasped, just like Tamerlane.

"Sit down," you demanded.

Bill couldn't think straight, his mind confused from the wine and the desire for more, so you pushed him hard. He fell onto the bed, staring at you from below as if you were a sight he had never seen before. "Is it so difficult to obey me?"

He shook his head. "No," he felt the need to repeat.

If you were Tamerlane, he would never be so needy. You would satisfy him whenever you could. But you can understand her side. There's nothing as beautiful as a giant man smelling like desire.

“Take off your shirt,” you ordered. This time he obeyed. As Bill threw his shirt away, you caressed his chest. So much more delicate than the push, so much more certain than the provocations exchanged in the kitchen. "Good boy."

You sat on his lap, and carefully laid him on the bed. You nibbled his lip, licked his thick neck, scratched his pecs. You slid your hand down his pants, knowing well that Bill was looking at your exposed intimacy, and felt his dick. Getting hard.

Even with tissue separating your skin from his, you knew he was big. That made you drool.

Tamerlane had already thrown her pants away. Her shirt was unbuttoned, her bra lost on the floor. She continued to wear her panties, just because she liked the feeling of them rubbing against her hand.

You grabbed Bill's hand and placed it on your waist. "Squeeze," and he did. His hands roamed your body, and you began to rub yourself against his growing bulge.

You opened his pant, and smirked when you saw his cock. "Say please," you hissed.

Bill swallowed. He squeezed you, his nail digging into your skin, but it was a good pain. "Pretty please," that made you want to get him inside your mouth. Make him melt against your tongue, choke on him until your eye burns, let him occupy your mouth for the rest of the night. But Tamerlane said you were supposed to be on top of him, and you weren't going to disobey her.

You sliding your hand up and down, and saw as Bill closed his eyes. You pushed your thumb against a vein, following it until his most sensitive point. And Bill was indeed sensitive. How long has been since he was last worshiped?

"Tammy," Bill moaned. And when he did it, Tammy let a whimper escape her throat. You stopped breathing, filled with a sense of pride. Bill whispered sweet nothing, chills went down your spine.

When you took him inside you, inch by inch, Bill shuddered. He grabbed your body, scratched your skin, moaned Tamerlane's name. You squeezed your walls, and you saw when Bill lost control. When it was too good to think.

You didn't look at Tamerlane. You could feel her gaze burning you, you knew you only had to look in any of the mirrors to see her, but you didn't dare. You only heard the moans, the wet sounds that her pussy made. That added to Bill inside you almost made you lose control.

Almost, because you wanted them to lose it sooner.

Bouncing on his dick, Bill spread his thick muscular legs. You were surprised when he lifted his torso, pulling your body close, but his mouth against yours silenced any exclamations from you.

Bill held his back, and without any effort he changed the position. Him on top, your legs pinning him against you, his forearms resting on the bed. That kiss was more than anything. He devoured you. And he did it so well you didn't even remember that you were supossed to be on top of him.

Tamerlane also forgot about that.

She just imagined herself in your place. She imagined herself commanding, demanding, mocking him. Tamerlane imagined herself making him feel so good that she would need to remind him to touch her, to look at her, to breathe. And then Tamerlane found herself being overpowered. Being thrown on the bed because Bill felt so much pleasure that he simply needed more, he needed everything she could give him, he needed it even if it meant disobeying her.

And when Bill whimpered Love, when he moaned your name while fucking you so good, she imagine herself between you both. She imagined her fingers deep into you, feeling how warm and wet he made you for her. Tamerlane imagined Bill kissing her the way he did to you, with your hands tucking on her hair.

Bill brushed the hair out of your face. "So fucking pretty," he murmured against her mouth. You opened your eyes, your mouth turning in a soft smile, and you felt tears forming on your eyelid. Bill was even better than you imagined. "You're mine," he growled. "So fucking mine."

His digits found a home in your pussy, spreading your arousal against your clit. Your nails entered his skin, and with a little more force you would be able to make him bleed. And it was at that moment that Bill came apart inside you.

He filled you, made you complete, all while moaning against your face. You trapped him with your legs, leaving him even deeper inside you, and only then did you have the courage to look at her.

Tamerlane couldn't keep her eyes open. Couldn't see it. She felt so good, so soft, so on the edge of an orgasm that she couldn't control her body. Her arm burned, her fingers curled over her clit, but she couldn't stop. She couldn't do anything but continue.

So when she felt a soft tongue against her pussy, the moan sounded too much like a scream. But she opened her eyes, saw you kneeling, looking at her with so much desire, and thought of nothing but to continue. As well as letting you lick up every drop of her. Letting you make her feel as good as you made Bill just a few seconds ago.

Tamerlane imagined his cum dripping down your legs. She looked up, and saw Bill recovering on the bed. She saw his smile, the way he looked deep into her eyes. And she saw that he was happy. Really happy.

Tamerlane squeezed her hair, guiding your tongue tightly against her. She replaced her fingers with yours, and in no time Tamerlane came looking right into Bill's eyes.

He was hard. Again. Sitting on him, your back against Bill's sweaty chest, he fucked you deliciously. Again. Tamerlane licked your breasts, bit your nipples, rubbed her hand against your pussy in such a dirty way. Such a good way.

Embraced by them, you felt so right. Like you were at the exactly place you should be. Like everything in your life led you towards them. Or maybe it was just the second orgams coming.

When Tamerlane woke up later that same morning, the first thing she saw was you between them both. Bill sleeping peacefully, hugging you from behind with his hand resting on Tamerlane's tight.

And she just went back to sleep.

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javierpena-inatacvest · 1 year ago

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this will be osita and javi future kids, waiting for daddy to come home 🥺 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNk2Doyg/

Oh my god my HEART 😭🫠 it so will, Javi will be the type of dad that when he comes home, his kids are always the first ones to greet him- they barrel full speed towards him with their arms outstretched, screaming “Daddyyyyyy!!!” And he will literally drop everything to reach out and pick them up and spin them around while he gives them cute lil ticklish kisses that make them giggle even more.

When he finally sets them down, he’ll crouch down so they can tell him all about their day and he listens so intently bc those sweet babies are his whole world 😩 And then they’ll always ask to play but he always says “I gotta so say hi to Momma first.” And when he finds Osita, he wraps her up in a tight hug (probably sneaks in a squeeze of a handful of her ass), and tells her how happy he is to see all of you. He asks if she needs anything before he goes to play with the kids and most of the time her response is no so she can watch Javi play with the kids and how sweet he is with them.

And then that night, proceeds to tell him that she’ gonna need him to put another baby in her 😭🫠🤪

Okay, WELL, my ovaries are fried, thanks non!!!!

#Madeline’s Mail

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offsidenewsco · 2 months ago

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One week ago today, the world lost an indescribable force with the loss of Johnny Gaudreau and his younger brother, Matthew. Today, we came together to share what they meant to us, and to hockey.

Remembering the Gaudreau Brothers

More information under the cut:

Article cover photo courtesy of Jaylynn Nash.

Original tribute art courtesy of @mxaether.

Causes to support in honour of the Gaudreaus:

GoFundMe for Matthew’s Wife Madeline

Nationwide Children’s Hospital

Ohio Health Foundation

Alberta Children’s Hospital Youth Sporting Charity

Philly Youth Hockey Charity

As per their obituaries, further contributions in their honour may be mailed to the John & Matthew Gaudreau Foundation, addressed to Lewis Gross, Sports Management 560 Sylvan, Suite 3070 Englewood Cliffs, N.J. 07632.

#centre ice #nhl #nhl news #johnny gaudreau #matthew gaudreau #calgary flames #columbus blue jackets #in memoriam

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jules-writes-stories · 4 months ago

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Sad to see Heart of Gold finish 💛 it was such a good fluffy summer read. Just wondering with that complete and with JEL almost done being drafted, are you working on any other projects or planning on working on any projects in the future?

Omg yes! I’ve actually started drafting a story that everyone is going to hate. 😝 It’s the origin story of Amarantha. I want to try and get some of it done for SJM villain week, but I’m so excited about it. I’m reading Madeline Miller’s “Circe” right now and it’s making me think of Amarantha and how Jurian seduced and then crucified her sister… like… I dunno, that’s a bad ass (tragic, horrific, sadistic) villain origin story? It’s also so complex with how humans are enslaved, and seen as inferior?

I dislike how SJM polarizes places, families and even characters. Like: Clythia fell in love with Jurian, enough so to go against her beloved sister, her entire family and country, her army during a war. And then Jurian gets information from Clythia and after getting that info, proceeds to torture her brutally and crucifies her. But don’t worry. Everyone from Hybern was awful and evil and deserves whatever they get…?” I mean, Jurian is a great character in the series. Poor guy pays a big price. But I have a sister. And damn. I can’t imagine… like… probably gonna get hate mail for this… what would Feyre do, or Nesta, if someone did that to Elain? You know? I bet some of our most beloved heroes would turn villain over an act like that.

So that’s my next idea. It’s in the outline phase though. So I have no idea if it will be a one shot or multi-chapter. If multi, def not very long. I’m only writing pre-UTM. Thanks for asking!

Oh, I also have a CoN Azris idea that’s just a bunch of voice notes on my phone lol… but it’s an arranged marriage non-canon compliant one. And there’s a CoN fight club. I may bring Mithras back for that one… super early stages there.

🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

#wip fanfiction #ramblings of a madwoman #I love a villain #ask jules

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tiriansrambles · 6 months ago

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Letters. Pt 1/???

Edwin & The Cat King

ft Charles.

spoilers mentioned. please don’t read if you have not seen dead boy detectives!!!

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Edwin isn’t entirely sure when this all began. the letters. the feeling of joy when he’d receive one from dead mail. he never thought something so small would give him so much to look forward to. even though he should be focused on cases, his mind always wondered when he’d get another letter. considering he doesn’t … have a telephone. this was the best bet for any communication.

Edwin had begun to receive letters from the cat king. he shouldn’t be as surprised as he is. but he is. He was pleasantly surprised about how nice of a feeling this was. when he first got a letter from Cat King, he figured he would forget about Edwin the moment he returned to London, even after their small goodbye. He still has the Lilly, preserved and put away for safekeeping. Mostly, he doesn’t want Charles to know he kept it.

The first letter received was him asking if he was okay. It had been some time since Niko. And to be frank, he wasn’t okay. At all. Even though he knows she’s moved on now. he misses her. every day. She became a dear friend and one of the only good things that happened in Port Townsend. He missed her. Despite her bravery, she didn’t deserve to die. He wanted her here. badly. Who else could he tell about the letters? Who else could understand? But he knows, for sure, that her afterlife is pure magic. Peace. Perhaps she had reunited with her father. He hopes she’s happy, at peace. The Cat King even allowed Edwin to talk about Niko for a long while through their letters, it was nice to let it out. He still missed her though, tremendously.

Since then, they haven’t stopped writing to each other. They’ve been writing every single day for weeks on end. Between cases, he’d make the time to write something to complete the letter and send it off. He appreciates Cat King’s effort. Truly. Considering there were probably easier ways of communicating. Like a telephone, or whatever it is that the kids use nowadays. Texting and Snapchat and whatever else. He can barely register the internet. And snap chat has a ghost emoticon for its logo. offensive. what do pictures have to do with the dead?

As the letters go on, of course, there is always a flirtatious tone to them. So much so he could even read the words in his voice. Imagining him in front of him, the way he would move about. Edwin didn’t want to admit this, but he almost … /missed/ the Cat King. After taking the time to understand him, the way he behaves. they are not so different. Two lonely souls. Perhaps he found comfort in that. In him.

Edwin’s gaze follows the stroke of each letter on the page, a soft hum escaping his lips. And soon enough, he’s smiling again.

Edwin,

How are you today, handsome? I found myself bored and decided to visit the library. I know, crazy, right? What would a sexy, and powerful being like me be doing in the PortTownsend public library? Well, I remembered you talking about how reading was a good pass time. So, I figured, why not? Take a page out of Edwin Payne’s book, amirite? I don’t know how you feel about modern books as of late. But I found something rather intriguing. I think you might like this one. The Song of Achilles. Madeline Miller. Did you know they have audiobooks now, where things are read to you? But I figured you’d hate that. Too lazy for you, isn’t it?

I was thinking, as much as I love writing to you…I thought maybe we could read this together. I’m sending you the book. Let me know what you think. And maybe, just maybe you could mirror to Port Townsend. We could read and talk about it. No funny business, I promise. Cat’s honor. But yes, this is me asking you out on a date. Whether it’s friendly or romantic is up to you, you’re painfully aware of what I prefer. I’d come to you, of course, but I’m sure it would cause unnecessary drama with your bestie. Although, I love the drama. I’ll spare you the drama until you inevitably fall in love with me.

You should be receiving it soon. Let me know. Don’t keep me waiting. <3

Love,

The Cat King.

If Edwin could blush, his face would be as red as a tomato. He reads the letter, once, twice, three times. A DATE?! A date… of reading a book. Together. That was intimate. Especially to Edwin, he loved to read. To research. He has not read anything modern, though. The only other ‘person’ he shared books with was Monty. Monty… he still couldn’t believe that. He had seemed to lose interest in making any more friends or sharing things with anyone. But The Cat King is the one who reached out. As he re-reads the letter for what felt like the millionth time, he jumps at the sudden shouting.

“MAIL!!!!” Called out the delivery man. Edwin is on his feet, quietly shushing him, but thanking him nonetheless. He hands him a package. it was the book, of course. but it was wrapped neatly with a bow. the wrapping paper was an interesting shade of green with a gold bow. It seemed to be the only thing to come. , It had been such a long time since he’s received a gift. especially like this. he almost didn’t want to open it, but of course he does. and despite being quick with it, he is cautious to save the wrapping paper. He stares down at the book, a finger tracing the cover. Interesting… a modern retelling of the Trojan War? From the perspective of Patroclus? The Cat King was correct. This certainly caught his eye…

“Wait!” Edwin calls out to the delivery man before he can leave, stopping him in his tracks.

The delivery man shoots him a look, and Edwin smiles, sheepishly. “I apologize, could you just wait one moment?”

Edwin is quick to get back to his desk, setting the book down and quickly getting out parchment to respond to the Cat King.

Cat King,

I have received the book… I must say, my interest has peaked.

I would very much like to read this book with you…

Edwin hesitates, a nervous breath escaping him.

I would … enjoy this to be a date. I don’t know in what way just yet. I would like to see you. I will find time to come see you. For now, we could read and write letters back until I can mirror over. Cases always take priority, of course.

Thank you… for thinking of me. It means a lot to me.

I am looking forward to this.

Edwin.

He can tell the delivery man is getting impatient, but he gets the letter ready in the nick of time, handing it over.

“I apologize. Could you please send this…and um, perhaps when you have letters addressed to this person, could you not announce it? ”

The delivery man blinks a moment, before rolling his eyes. Perhaps he could even sense the shame Edwin felt. He was keeping this from Charles. How could he explain this to him anyhow? He would just be angry…

“Very well,” the delivery man spoke, phasing through the wall.

Edwin sighs, leaning against the desk as if the wind was knocked out of him. This was already hard enough to hide from Charles, how was he going to do this? After the confession…things were? Well, awkward wasn’t necessarily the word. They just didn’t talk about it again. Charles said they had forever to figure it out. He was right…but it was obvious. He did not feel the same. He knows he would prefer Crystal as well… if his affections are for her, then how could he keep that from him? He loved him. He just wanted him to be happy. More than anything in the world. His dearest friend. His best friend. Perhaps that is what they are destined to be. He wouldn’t have it any other way…

Even if the Cat King is still really confusing for him, he can’t lie to himself. He has grown fond. Why shouldn’t he pursue it?

Yeah. That’s exactly what he will do. If reading this book together goes well, and he truly enjoys his company? Why not.

He nods to himself, turning to look at the book on his desk. Just as he was going to reach for it, Charles’ voice snapped him to attention.

“You all right, mate? You look frazzled.” Charles asks a brow quirked in confusion.

Edwin nearly jumps out of his skin, soon taking a moment to collect himself.

“Yes. Yes, perfectly fine.” He clears his throat, soon moving his position to hide the book on his desk. As discreetly as possible, of course. He felt guilty, hiding this from Charles. But he had no way to explain this. He just knows he will be angry with him.

Another quirked brow and a chuckle escaped Charles. “You sure, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He grins.

Edwin rolls his eyes, fondly. “Ha ha. You’re hilarious, Charles Rowland.”

“Arent I just?’ Charles grins, “really, though, you good?”

Edwin nods, “im fine, yes. just lost in thought.”

That wasn’t a total lie, of course.

“Well, Crystal and i were going to watch a movie. Care to join?” Charles asked, although he already knew the answer.

“Oh… um…” god, why was he so nervous.

“I think I’ll skip this one,” Edwin chuckles, “i uh— i would like to read tonight. You two have fun, though?” He offers, a nervous grin on his lips.

Charles brow is quirked again. The way he answered was not what he expected. A rather nice answer rather than saying something silly like it was a waste of time. There was something on his mind, but he doesn’t question. For now anyway.

“Alright then, mate. you know where we’ll be. enjoy your book.” He chuckles, offering a wave as he exits the room.

Edwin’s demeanor changed when he left, turning his attention to the book.

“Yes… i think i will enjoy it.”

#ramble with me #ramble with tiri #tirians rambles #tirianswriting #dead boy detectives #edwin payne #the cat king #charles rowland #edwin x the cat king #crystal palace #i fully imagine cat king buying the book wrapping paper and bow for Edwin #I feel like he struggled wrapping that I bet it took him hours to get it perfect #he probably had some cats hold things down for him too #the man is going to be kicking his feet at the response aaaaa #this is so silly should i keep going?

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Um... Hi! I'm... Madeline, yes, I'm Madeline, and I'm a... Well, I'm a sightseer of sorts! I see a lot. I like people watching.

I really like people watching.

And hats! Hats are so fun, you can wear so many, I love them!

Um, here is what I look like if you can see me! I chose to look like a sightseer because I am one <|:D

I'm... I'm old enough, at least, hehahahaha!

//It's the hat man. Hat girl? Hat woman.

//Pelipper Mail is on!

//mod and muse are adults

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hi mariam!! i'd love to know what your essential reads are. what books would be assigned in mariam 101?? 📚 ✨

hi jenna!! *forgets every book i've ever read* this is so hard bc i feel like i go through phases with the books i gravitate toward but here are the books that as of now define my taste.....i think mainly for me it comes down to two things, beautiful, immersive prose and intricate character work. as long as a book has either of these i'm sold.

the raven cycle. when i think of a series that's literally actually changed me as a person this is it. the series of all time??? rewrote the wiring of my brain back in 2018. it made me the writer i am today. no book has since had that kind of impact on me. this is still the book that has the strongest cast of characters i've ever read. their dynamics with themselves and with each other is done in such a way that's just insane to me <3 the character work in this series is crazy, how the hell did she accomplish this. i love books with a deep focus on the characters and their relationships with each other and this is the cream of the crop. i love no plot just vibes bc same, it was never about glendower it was always the friends we made along the way. i love the small town setting and the mystical magical cabeswater, it's all very tightly interconnected. like there's a reason snapshots of passages are still being passed around tumblr today, there's just something new to go insane over with every reread. it's like....the smallest thing in a description will have such a huge impact on the way a character/situation is perceived. it's the way that like almost every sentence actually has something to say? like after adam and gansey fight at gansey's house in the dream thieves, there's this line: 'it was already dark, now it was black', which is serving a dual purpose of telling us about the setting outside but also the aftermath of the fight itself....like it's just small moments like these that add So Much. one day i'm going to reread the series properly from start to finish.

the witch’s heart. my first read of 2021 and i still think about it fondly. it's a quiet, lush, atmospheric book about a scorned witch who makes a life for herself at the fringes of the earth and eventually starts her own family. it's very touching and tender and the themes of motherhood and sacrifice made me quite emotional. it's slow, quiet, tragic and triumphant all at once. i could Feel like i was there with them and i always love when a book can do that.

the song of achilles. another book that made me insane in 2018. i will read anything madeline miller writes. she does it so beautifully.....i always feel like i'm there in the worlds she describes. this story is so tragic and beautiful. i remember my sister and i just breaking down after i finished the book and we were discussing the ending hfkshfjf i love when that happens!

circe. i remember when i got this book in the mail i opened it and started and finished it right then and there in one sitting. i love quiet introspective books like this one, with a character alone against a massive landscape. i love how inhospitable the island is and how cruel and malicious it is to her at the start and how slowly she tames and cultivates it to become her own home. i love the life she makes for herself, i love how doubly alone she feels in both her banishment and immortality. i love books that feel like a casper friedrich painting, where a character is set in a dimished perspective against an expansive landscape:

the dutch house. i read this book earlier in the year and i think it's going to be my top read of the year. i wasn't expecting it at all. it's about the lives of two siblings across three generations, from their childhood to when their stepmother kicks them out of their home to the lives they end up making for themselves over the years. it's written so beautifully, and the sibling relationship is the main focus of the book. and it's written from the perspective of the younger brother, about his older sister and everything she means to him, which i hadn't read before, and it was very tender. they're all they have and they support each other through thick and thin over the years and it's so heartwarming. it's also about the longing for the past, and the hold it has on us in the present, and what it means to let go of it. even as adults, danny and meave park outside of their childhood home, the dutch house, and just sit and look at it, reminiscing, even though nothing is left for them there anymore. they can't seem to let it go. the whole family dynamic, especially with their estranged step mother, is absolutely top notch. i definitely need to read more from this author.

the catcher in the rye. i'll never forgive people who said this is a red flag book and all that nonsense. i felt deeply while reading this story about profound loneliness and a craving for human warmth and connection. holden is just a lonely kid and i ended up caring deeply for him, way more than i ever expected to. this is such a lovely little book that tugged at my heart. it also reminds me of a casper friedrich painting: holden set against massive, sprawling new york.

the last unicorn. such a magical book with such a simple story. the writing is out of this world lovely. it reminded me that sometimes a simple story can be the most beautiful experience. it reminded me of the childlike wonder and awe you experienced back them when you read something enchanting. i felt everything so deeply, from amalthea’s loneliness as the last unicorn to her anguish and sorrow when she becomes a human. i wish i had a physical copy of this one.

the locked tomb. ahhh....i still feel like i'm too dumb to fully understand this series in its entirety but i'm so glad i read these. tamsyn muir’s writing is just on another level.....these books are so funny but also deeply poignant and cutting and complex. no idea how she holds it all in her head bc i'm so confused as to what's going on hfjshfh. i don't even care for sci fi but she writes with such an engaging and charismatic voice. i love all of these characters so much, i could read them all day everyday....it's another rare series for me where the characters feel so real they could leap off the page. it's such a skill to be able to do that, and with such a huge cast. seriously, something shifted in the culture with these books and i'm so glad they exist.

the green bone saga. as an adult i've found it's hard to find a series that makes me feel the way i did as a teenager, when all i did was read series and trilogies. that excitement of theorizing what might happen in the next book felt so distant until i read this series. every time i had to put the book down all i could think about was what was going to happen next, i was so excited and tense, and that feeling was something i hadn't really felt since my teenage years, that sort of excitement. the world is so fully fleshed out, and feels so cinematic, the way each scene plays out in my head like a movie. the characters are fully realized people and i was so invested in their lives and conflicts. i went though every spectrum of emotion reading these books. it was so much fun. fonda lee is a master storyteller.....this is how you worldbuild. i wouldn't change a single thing about these books from start to finish. i've honestly never been much of a world building person but this is the first series where i Really Noticed it and it's incredible. the best world building i've ever read for sure.....no other story world feels as alive as this one.

these violent delights by micah nemerever. right after i finished this book i started reading it again and annotated like my life depended on it. no book has ever done that to me before. this book is about a toxic relationship and it's so intricately constructed....it's a book you Must annotate or else you miss out. i love when love morphs into obsession and murder <3 paul and julian are deeply unwell and i was so here for it. and the last line of this book is just insane.....i read that and flipped right back to the start, there was no other choice.

atonement. lazy golden summers in the english countryside, an old family home, forbidden love, the horrors of war, the innocence and naivete of childhood.....ian mcewan had a mission and did he ever deliver. i was stunned by the beautiful writing and the way he put into words the trials and joy of the act of writing, of telling a story. it's about how one moment can change everything forever, it's about how nothing you do will ever atone for it, it's about writing your own narrative. i know i'll never read anything like this ever again. it started a little phase where i only wanted to read books set in this time period and setting.

hamlet. i started my 2022 with a bang...i love when the hyperfixation hits!!!! it is as good as everyone says.....i love when men are haunted by their grief and indecision <3 stand up hamlet!!!!!! but for real this is such a good portrayal of grief and anguish and bearing responsibilities you aren't ready for. i love when the setting is a character in and of itself, i love how elsinore is a surveillance prison, i love how everyone is putting on an act, 'but break my heart for i must hold my tongue', i love how hamlet and ophelia are foils of each other especially in regards to the impossible expectations their fathers place on them. and it was such a delight to read shakespeare’s way with words—hamlet had so many delightful, witty, snarky retorts that were genuinely so much fun to read. the wordplay and the puns.....i was like i get it now, he is the writer of all time!! so clever and so creative. also idk there's just something about reading something written so long ago that makes me feel insane....firstly the fact that i can read it at all and secondly that humans are connected across time and space like we really all go through the same trials and joys and i just have to sit down. whew i feel the brainrot coming back so i'll stop!!!!!

the secret history. i feel like donna tart would call me slurs but i did really enjoy this book. the definition of atmospheric.....i was there in that fall-swept college taking those crazy ancient greek classes about bacchanals. richard get out of this friend group they're all a bunch of freaks!!! i really couldn't stop reading, and the writing was beautiful too.

i capture the castle. so delightful. the narrator is one of the most charismatic i have read in recent years. i thoroughly enjoyed reading her diary entries detailing her life and the way it changes and the way she changes so by the end of the book she is not the same girl she was at the start. it was very charming and very funny....i had a really fun time reading this one.

the picture of dorian gray. read it for my oscar wilde class and immediately went bonkers. i had to put the book down so many times bc i just couldn't believe what i was reading. 'it was not intended as a compliment. it was a confession'. hello??????? i know mr wilde had to take a walk after that one. and the concept is so intriguing too! it reminds me of the tiktok girlies who are doing the most insane things to ward off aging. noooo dorian don't sell your soul to the painting you're so sexy aha.

monster. i read the entire manga in a few days on my phone, that's how good it is.....i knew from the very first chapter this was a masterpiece. the dynamic between tenma and johan makes me froth and the mouth.......the stories within the story.....nina and johan......mr grimmer......the way kindness triumphs in the cold darkness.....urasawa writes so skillfully. and the art!!!!! he truly doesn't draw the same expression twice. what a story. i cried after finishing it because i knew i would never read anything like it ever again.

blue period. i don't know if this one counts because it's not finished and i myself haven't caught up with in more than a year now, but it's still so special to me. it's all about the trials and tribulations and the joys of being an artist—any kind of artist, in any capacity. the fears and insecurities that plague you. art in a personal capacity, art in a professional capacity, art as self expression. i've never read a manga like this one before, that so fully understands what it means to be an artist. it's so so well done. if you're an artist or love art in any capacity, this manga is for you. it's always going to be special to me.

chainsaw man. i can't believe i almost forgot to mention chainsaw man???? fujimoto is an insaneee story teller and the more time passes the more i have to appreciate about this story. it's just so different from everything else in the shounen manga department and it's such a breath of fresh air for me personally. power system who??? i love how you can think of the craziest shit and then this manga takes it up to 11. i just love the juxtaposition of spine tingling terror (the darkness devil introduction) and fever dream madness (kobeni burger king dance dance dance). but what i love most is the character work with denji. i've never seen such an intimate focus into one character’s psyche in this genre before. he has such a skewed concept of human connection and especially love because of his upbringing and then the juxtaposition between his feelings for makima and his feelings for power and aki is like.....sir i thought this was a horror comedy manga?? it's the way makima gives him exactly what he wants and then brutally tears it away from him....and the themes of food and eating.....and then in part 2 we see him doing his best with what he's got....it makes me feel so much. i Love the character writing in this manga so much. and the insane out of this world fights are just another bonus. the silly shenanigans really make the intricate character work stand out that much more. fujimoto is a one of a kind storyteller for sure. it's like....for me, this is the manga equivalent of a tamsyn muir book. the locked tomb and chainsaw man have the same energy to me—it's that combination of wacky and poignant in the same breath.

okay these are the books from recent years. 2016-2017 is such a blank space for me i can't remember anything except for sjm 😭 good lord. now i have to rely on my memory....

growing up, i had a penchant for cozy, family-centric stories.....the first mary poppins book, the ramona series, jacqueline wilson books (specifically, little darlings, clean break, my sister jodie, lily alone). i would reread these like crazy bc i Loved going into that really cozy world of fun and sometimes messy family dynamics. these books were really just slice of life and i absolutely adored them.

oh! i almost forgot to mention inkheart! i have such fond memories of these books. i really can't remember the plot exactly but it's all about books and stories and i think they literally jump inside a book and that's where the real story happens, i think. really magical. and i'll always fondly think of the character dustfinger.

i also Loved mystery books.....i read so many famous five books back in middle school. something about these cozy british mysteries. i was actually obsessed with them.

and then on the other hand i LOVED the goosebumps books. i was obsessed. i would save up my money to buy them. most of the time they weren't even really scary but i just loved the vibes....they were so charming. i loved the atmosphere. there would be lines like 'the tv was playing a news channel. in the empty house, the sound started to make me feel uneasy so i switched it off' or something like that and it was just moments like those that would make me uneasy more than the actual monsters in the books.

and i can't forget the princess diaries hfkshfhfh i was also kind of obsessed with these books and i still have quite a few of them. i loved how charismatic the narrator was and how funny they were and how dramatic they could get. i thought american highschool and teenage life was just like what was happening in these books. hugely entertaining. i would spend a lot of time just rereading them over and over.....they were kind of influential for me.......

sorry for writing a novel once again, i really wish i kept better track of what i read over the years but yeah these are the books that majorly define my taste/have influenced me in some way.

#answered #sorry for making you wait so long jenna clearly i cannot shut up about books #schech #how many times have i written the word obsessed help

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impishmisconception901 · 2 months ago

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Welcome To My Ramblings

Hi, I am ImpishMisconception.

I am 37 years old, just had my birthday on September 1st. I am single and I don't have any children. I live in Toronto Ontario Canada.

I don't work, I live on ODSP (disability) as my only source of income.

My pronouns are she/her and they/them. (These pronouns may change and I will update them if need be as I continue discovering myself.)

I am a Cis female and for now identify as Cis female (which may change or may not, I do not know right now.)

I am Asexual and Bi-romantic. (This is subject to change as I learn more about myself, I maybe Bisexual or Panromantic or Pansexual. I don't know right now.)

I have Autism, Dyspraxia, Dyscalculia, Depression, Anxiety, and Vertigo.

I was homeschooled by Christian (Protestant) Conservative parents and indoctrinated into Christianity.

I am now an Atheist and have been for about four years now.

My hobbies are going for walks, reading, playing hidden object games, playing Mahjong, playing The Sims, listening to music, daydreaming, watching YouTube videos, watching movies, and watching reruns of the TV shows Granada's Sherlock Holmes starring Jeremy Brett, Mash, Friends, The Big Bang Theory, and Star Trek TNG.

As for what kind of books I like, well here is a list of my top ten favourite books.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Pride And Prejudice by Jane Austen

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

The Phantom Of The Opera by Gaston Leroux

Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Around The World In 80 Days by Jules Verne

Philosophy for Dummies by Tom Morris

A Tale Of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

I also love reading Shakespeare and the original Sherlock Holmes mysteries by Sir Author Conan Doyle.

(The above book list is subject to change as I read more books.)

As for what music I like, I am on Spotify so feel free to click and follow to see what music I listen to - https://open.spotify.com/user/1o69jk1m6k59cilaskhlziw19?si=7c4e116e5e274735

As for the movies I like, I love musicals, comedies and romance and romcoms are my addiction. I also am a huge fan of Disney/Pixar movies.

Here is a list of my top ten favourite movies.

The Phantom Of The Opera 1929, 1990, and 2004 versions. (Yes, I know the 1990 version is a miniseries but I am counting it as a movie for this list.)

Pride And Prejudice 2005 version.

The Princess Bride

Ever After

Gone With The Wind

The Lake House

A League Of Their Own

Monty Python's The Holy Grail and The Life Of Brian

Airplane

The Devil Wears Prada

List of my top ten favourite Disney. (All the Disney movies I list are the original versions, none of the live-action remakes.)

Dumbo

Sleeping Beauty

Beauty And The Beast

Aladdin

Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs

Mary Poppins

The Sword In The Stone

The Jungle Book

The Emporer's New Groove

Mulan

Here are my top ten favourite movies that are honourable mentions.

The Sound Of Music

Dead Poet's Society

Good Morning Vietnam

You've Got Mail

Four Weddings And A Funeral

French Kiss

The Adventures Of Robin Hood

The Cutting Edge

Titanic

Mrs.Doubtfire

Here are my top ten favourite Disney movies that are honourable mentions. (Again originals, no live-action remakes.)

The Rescuers Down Under

The Little Mermaid

The Lion King

Robin Hood

Cinderella

Pocahontas

Alice In Wonderland

Pinnochio

Tangled

The Aristocats

I am also a fan of Disney/Pixar movies and here is a list of my top five favourite Disney/Pixar movies. (All originals no live-action remakes. Sorry there aren't ten, I haven't seen that many Disney/Pixar movies. )

Toy Story

Inside Out

Wall-E

Finding Nemo

Cars

Here are some other children's movies I enjoy that aren't Disney/Pixar

The Wizard Of Oz

Madeline Lost In Paris

Hook

Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory

Shrek

Happy Feet

Jumanji

Here is a list of my top ten favourite Halloween movies.

Beetlejuice

Ghostbusters 1984 version

Hocus Pocus 1993 version

The Nightmare Before Christmas

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Young Frankenstein

Dracula 1931 version

Dr.Jekyll And Mr.Hyde 1931 version

The Addams Family 1991 version

Hotel Transylvania movie series

I also enjoy the whole Halloweentown movie series and both Twitches movies.

Here is a list of my top ten favourite Christmas movies.

A Christmas Carol 1951 version

White Christmas

Miracle On 34th Street 1947 version

National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation

Scrooged

The Santa Clause

Polar Express

Christmas With The Kranks

It's A Wonderful Life

Mickey's Once Upon A Christmas

(The above movie lists are subject to change as I watch more movies.)

So, that's about me, which is what this blog will be about.

I will just ramble on about whatever whenever. I make no promises about how often I will update the blog. I will just ramble on about whatever I am thinking or feeling or whatever whenever the mood hits me.

I am also on Reddit so feel free to follow me there if you want to - https://www.reddit.com/user/ImpishMisconception/

I am on YouTube but I don't make videos, I just watch stuff but feel free to follow me there as well if you want to - https://www.youtube.com/@impishmisconception7762/featured

If there's anything else you want to know about me, please ask.

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